Incident (ch2)

2-DAY EARLY RELEASE FOR ALL MY PATRONS!

Surprised anyone decided to read this old thing haha. Glad you few enjoyed it anyway! And yeah it's so old that our concepts of aura/semblances kinda blurred and weren't clear so there are discrepancies here and there about those.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.

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															Chapter 2.

Yang had kissed a lot of people.

But now, standing here in the corridor, light filtering through the windows, and Weiss' lips on hers, she decided that this was her favorite kiss so far.

Weiss tasted like sweet flowers, fragrance that made Yang lightheaded. They deepened the kiss, and flutters arose in Yang's stomach, making her bite Weiss' lip momentarily. That's when she felt Weiss go limp.

"Holy crap, Weiss! Oh my god, are you okay?" Yang shrieked, catching the heiress before she hit the ground. "Holy…" Weiss was splayed in Yang's sturdy arms, her bangs clinging to her forehead with sweat, and her cheeks flushed to a burning point. Yang hoisted Weiss into her arms and took off at a sprint. She was heading for the infirmary, and dread filled her stomach.

Damn. I must be a really good kisser, she thought to herself, trying to ease her own tension. She worried and fretted, turning corners rapidly, and hoping that Weiss was all right. But when she saw Weiss part her lips and mumble something that sounded like her name, the blonde smiled to herself and kissed her forehead.

They made it to the infirmary, and though Yang searched frantically for a nurse, there was no one there. She laid Weiss on an empty bed and touched her cheek. The heiress was cooler now, but her face was rosy.

Yang looked around, scanning the doorway and corridor just outside.

It… couldn't hurt to cuddle her a bit, right?

So she slid next to Weiss and covered them both with a blanket. Yang smiled, and wrapped her arms around Weiss' waist.

. . .

There was a low droning sound nagging her ears when Weiss finally regained consciousness. She didn't open her eyes right away, lying still, trying to determine where she was. In her bed? No. That dreadful buzzing sound was coming from some kind of artificial lighting system, but it was absent in the dorm room.

That left only one plausible option.

But why was she in the infirmary? What had happened?

She felt hot and needed to open her mouth to breathe more easily. There was a pressure on her stomach and a stifling heat wafting through the air about her, burning her lungs.

Slowly, she cracked her eyes open to find a white ceiling hovering over her. She raked her mind, trying to remember what had gotten her here in the first place. Judging by how difficult she was finding it to draw breath, and the thin veil of sweat beading on her forehead, she assumed it was due to fever.

Wonderful. Just what I need.

But then, she heard a small sound from beside her, and slowly turned her head. Her vision was filled with gold as a tangled mane tickled her chin. The pressure on her stomach was recognized to be a tight embrace, and the heat pulsing around her was suddenly very justifiable.

Weiss almost fainted again when her memories finally came back to her.

I… I kissed… She… Yang kissed me…

She wouldn't have believed it had been reality if not for her current position. But the fact that Yang was quite literally draped over her at the moment sent her heart aflutter all over again. She swallowed thickly, moving her hands up uncertainly to run lightly over the blonde's shoulders. How long had she wanted to do this for?

But she couldn't bring herself to touch Yang. Her emotions were too jumbled right now, and she still wasn't sure how her teammate truly felt about her. Had the kiss just been on a whim? She couldn't deny it was a valid possibility.

Either way, she felt her breath coming shorter and shallower as the heat continued to increase; Yang's aura was leaking as she napped, something that often happened back in their room as well. Normally, Weiss could cancel it with her own, but Yang was too close and the heiress too drained for that to be effective right now. She hated to wake Yang, but Weiss truly felt she would melt before much longer.

She cleared her throat and rasped out her name.

"…Yang?"

. . .

Yang dozed, her blurred vision slowly decreasing in range as her eyelids closed heavily. She felt warm, so warm, and the blonde snuggled closer to Weiss. She could feel her aura filling the air with a heavy blanket of comforting warmth.

Yang loved the balmy heat of her aura, but didn't realize that her teammates felt like they were going to get heatstroke whenever she got angry. To Yang, the heat was comforting, and it reminded her of her mother, when she used to hold Yang and Ruby both and emit a soft glow from her hands.

Just as Yang slipped into a deeper sleep, with her arms draped across Weiss' body, she heard Weiss' meek voice call her name. Yang grinned to herself and sat up slowly, still keeping one arm around the girl's waist.

"Well, hello there, snow angel." Yang smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the heiress' forehead. "How are you?"

. . .

Weiss froze instantly when Yang temporarily hovered over her and planted a kiss on her forehead. Was this really happening? She still wasn't completely sure herself, despite the countless factors confirming it - the feeling of Yang's grip around her torso, her passionate heat, her-

-her conceited little smirk that gave off that "I'm such hot stuff - literally" vibe.

Perhaps if they hadn't kissed not so long ago and their relationship was still that of bickering teammates, Weiss would have been able to snap at the blonde and roll her off without a second thought.

Unfortunately though, right now the heiress had no idea where the two of them stood in terms of a relationship. But she did note something about the way Yang was holding her. Albeit slightly possessive - not unlike a child clutching onto her favorite toy - it wasn't ensnaring. More than anything, it was an embrace that sought comfort and acceptance. Weiss wanted to be the one to fulfill those needs for her.

In answer to her question, Weiss lifted a hand to wipe sweat from her forehead, making absolutely certain to leave the spot Yang's lips had just made contact with untouched. She bit back the tremble that longed to creep into her voice and replaced it with a bit of her usual sharpness of tone. Letting out another huff, she gave her irksome reply.

"Hot."

. . .

The annoyance in Weiss' voice normally would have set Yang off in a snarky bout of banter, but instead, Yang rolled off of Weiss' chest and kicked the covers off them. She heard Weiss pant and sigh before the heiress slowly inched towards her again.

The blonde kept the leaking of her aura under control so Weiss could cool down, and Yang glanced out of the corner of her eye. Weiss was sliding gradually over to Yang's side, and in one frantic movement, the heiress had her arm wrapped around Yang's collarbones and had her face buried into her shoulder. Yang quirked an eyebrow and smirked.

"Not so hot anymore, eh?"

. . .

"Shut up…" she grumbled.

Weiss couldn't believe she was doing this. Her fever must have been making her bold, because normally she'd never dream to touch Yang like this. Not when she had liked her for so long without showing it or saying anything. Until today.

She was… so nervous.

Flipping over would have called for too much movement, and she was already feeling dizzy, so all she could think to do was nestle her face into Yang's shoulder to try and hide her expression. Her face was still warm, and not just from the fever. She trembled against Yang, a combination of chills from her slight, temporary illness, and her uncertainty of being so close to the blonde.

Her heart was hammering and she knew Yang could feel it, which only served to make her more mortified.

In the end, all she could do was whimper and hide herself amidst the golden locks, not knowing what more she could do.

. . .

The heiress was hidden away in Yang's lustrous hair, and Yang wrapped a strong hand around the other girl's head. She pulled Weiss closer to her and kissed her ear.

She could feel Weiss' heart beating rapidly against her ribcage. Was she nervous? Yang nipped at the pale flesh with her teeth, still being gentle, but leaving a small, red indentation. She heard Weiss groan slightly and bury her face deeper into Yang's hair.

"Hey, Weiss. We should go out sometime," she said softly, placing more kisses on skin that was accessible to her. Tender, sweet caresses were applied and brushed onto Weiss' flushing skin. Yang waited patiently for the reply, and wrapped her arms tighter around Weiss' quivering form.

. . .

Weiss felt a hand on her head pulling her to Yang, making their proximity even more intimate. Everything she sensed was Yang: she saw the deep golden color of her hair, smelled the strong citrusy tang of her person, tasted it on every breath, felt every muscle in her body as they strained to bring her ever closer, heard every little chuckle and vibration of her voice.

Weiss groaned just thinking about all the blackmail Yang could use on her later after this fiasco was over. She had shown a side of herself today that likely would be fair game for taunting material for months to come.

Then, there was a slight pressure on her ear - teeth? Weiss wasn't sure if she should be appalled or confused if this was the blonde's way of declaring something. She felt kisses being pressed to her neck and collar, but they weren't fiery or ravenous. Rather, they were warm and gentle, and signified how Yang was being serious when she spoke her next phrase:

"We should go out sometime."

Weiss was sure she'd misheard; why would Yang want to do such a thing after witnessing Weiss' unfavorable behavior today? Was she speaking on a whim? Was she teasing?

Voice heavy, Weiss loosened her grip on her teammate a little as she mumbled.

"Is… Is this some kind of joke?"

. . .

Yang waited, counting the seconds with each little shiver that Weiss gave. One, two, three, fou-

Joke...?

Yang felt the heiress pull away slightly, and immediately missed the feeling of Weiss' heartbeat against hers. Yang gulped, trying to compose herself.

"Why would it be, snow angel?"

. . .

Weiss gave her a pensive look. "Oh, I don't know. Perhaps because you have a habit of doing things half-heartedly? How many people have you dated, Yang? I'll bet you can't even remember half of their names or faces…"

She moved herself back, missing Yang's warmth. But she wasn't going to allow her lovestruck emotions to cloud her judgement. Weiss reminded herself that she needed to come first in her own life, reminded herself that she had her own ideals to meet.

"I'm sorry. I've… liked you… for a while now, Yang," she confessed, feeling tears swell up in her eyes. "And I was… really very happy when you… kissed me before. I'd hope you'd be taking responsibility for stealing my first kiss…

"But I don't want to be just another fling to you. I really… really like you. And I don't want to do this if it isn't going to be real for you as well."

It hurt. She wanted to curl up to Yang again, feel her arms around her. But Weiss stayed back; she needed to consider what would benefit her in the long run, not in the moment.

. . .

Yang stayed back, her arms still spread to fit the space of Weiss. She listened to what she said, and bit her lip while contemplating the heiress' stammered sentences. The words that Weiss spoke were hurting her.

But instead of addressing the larger things at hand, the more pressing matters, Yang snorted. Weiss stared at her, taken aback.

"That was your first kiss?"

. . .

She couldn't tell if Yang was more regretful or scoffing; did she regret taking her first kiss without consent, or was she making fun of her? It made Weiss shrink back even further.

"Yes…" Weiss muttered. "Unlike some people, I didn't exactly have a lot of leeway in my life to go off and do whatever I pleased with whomever I pleased." She knew she was being unfair, that there was little to no proof backing up her harsh accusations, but her voice just continued to form words without filter.

"I've always… had the dream as a child, that the first person I shared a kiss with would also be the last, with no one in between." She glanced up at Yang, knowing this was a ridiculous, almost impossible commitment. "I realize now it was just the naive dream of a foolish child. You shouldn't feel obligated. I don't want to hold you back from what you want. If you can't be truly happy with me, then I'd rather not let this begin in the first place."

The tears had already begun to drip down her face. She wanted to love Yang freely and unashamedly. But the last thing she wanted was to trap her in a relationship she wouldn't want by next week.

. . .

Yang was still, watching Weiss cry. The air in the room was charged with energy and the remnants of Yang's aura.

She thought through everything Weiss was saying, and she already knew her response. She grabbed Weiss and pulled her close.

"Weiss," Yang murmured, holding the heiress with fervent arms. "I want to be your first and last kiss."

. . .

Weiss wanted to believe those words more than anything. She gasped as Yang crushed her to her again, relieved at the return of the desired contact. But she was still wary.

"Are… Are you sure you're not j-just saying that because I'm crying so pathetically? Are you sure you're… not just saying that to make me feel better?"

Weiss shakily pushed herself up, lifting her face so she may meet lavender eyes. She blinked until the tears stopped blurring her vision; she wanted to see Yang clearly when she gave her answer to Weiss' question now.

"Are you sure… I'm not just another book on the shelf, Yang?"

That was her greatest fear. For Yang to treat her as her father had treated her; as an expendable, replaceable object that could be taken out at will, and put away - alone - whenever and for however long she pleased.

. . .

Yang couldn't stand hearing Weiss talk about herself like that. She grabbed her fiercely, pressing her cheek to the heiress'.

"Don't you dare say that," she said. "You're unlike any other person I've met, Weiss. You're strong and intelligent and gorgeous and so damn irreplaceable, I'd be stupid to use you and lose you. I… I like you, Weiss." Yang stammered out the last words, and brushed the last tears off of Weiss' cheeks. "You're... really pretty."

. . .

Weiss whimpered as Yang pulled her down fervently. She had been scared of being pushed away so… why was it also so frightening to be pulled close?

Perhaps because she was afraid of getting so close, only to be forced to suffer the unbearable distance in the end.

But when Yang spoke to her next, Weiss slowly reopened her eyes as she listened. These weren't just sweet nothings. Yang's tone was serious, as was her embrace.

Her confession brought a swell of emotion to Weiss' chest. Yang was always so confident about her words in any situation. So for her to stammer a line as important as that one… she was nervous. Nervous of hurting Weiss, nervous of having her misinterpret her feelings.

Weiss felt wretched for ever doubting her.

The heiress collapsed on top of her teammate, crying freely into her shoulder now, dampening her blazer. Never had she thought to hear those words so sincerely spoken to her. And she knew she needed to reciprocate before Yang got the wrong idea due to her sobbing.

Weiss trembled as she clung to Yang, her lips parting to speak, but a sob forced its away out instead. She swallowed and tried again, hiccuping uncontrollably.

"I-I…. I like…" She bit her lip, wishing her dreadful display of emotion wasn't so terribly excessive and dramatic.

Weiss waited until she had calmed down enough to speak more clearly; Yang deserved a proper confession.

She slowly raised her head again to look at Yang, running twitching fingers over the brawler's cheeks. Weiss did her best to smile, hoping it didn't look too hideous past the wrinkling of her face.

"I like you too, Yang. Thank you-" She crumpled again, feeling fresh tears as her face contorted. "Thank you… for liking me…"

. . .

Yang held Weiss with passion and rocked her back and forth, allowing the heiress to break down her walls and cry. Yang pressed her hands firmly to every spot of skin that was available to her.

"Shhh. It's okay. I've got you," Yang murmured. Weiss tried to speak, but was overwhelmed by tears. Yang cupped her face with her palms, and touched their foreheads together."You really are pretty, Weiss. And considerate and kind. There's no way I couldn't care about you." Yang brushed her lips against Weiss', and held her in the calm silence.

. . .

Somehow, the heiress knew Yang wasn't just saying all of these things; there were some things one could just tell.

She continued to cry - for how long she wasn't sure - but it felt good to finally let it all out after so many years of keeping it bottled in. Of course she would cry when she was alone, in the shower, or in the middle of the night. But now she could openly do so to Yang, have someone else comfort her and ease her pain, and most importantly, to replace it with acceptance.

Eventually, the well of her tears ran dry. Weiss slowly regained her breath, sniffling until a long sigh escaped her lungs.

"Yang…" she murmured.

There was still so much she longed to say, so many thanks she wanted to give. But there were no words.

So Weiss did the only other thing she could think of.

She turned her face and softly pressed her lips to Yang's, doing her best to convey her purest, most heartfelt emotions.

. . .

Yang felt Weiss' lips on hers and leaned in instinctively. She held Weiss' shoulders and embraced her, feeling her warmth and the quivers of her body.

"I like you," Yang said, mumbling into the kiss. "I might even like-like you."

They remained in their cozy embrace, forgetting the rest of the world existed.

. . .

Weiss couldn't help but smile - a real smile - against Yang's lips as she returned the kiss. She didn't know where this would take them, but wherever it was, she was determined to make it work. And she knew Yang was, too.

At last, they broke apart, panting slightly. Weiss tucked herself into Yang's collar and hugged her tightly.

They started to drift off, each replaying the hectic events of the incident that had brought them together, as accidental as it may have been.

Their embrace was soft and yet tight, a perfect amount of warmth pressed between them.

They would make it work. That much was certain.

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A/N: Ahhah yeah nothing special here. Just the usual rushed drama and romance of young roleplayers... I'll hopefully get to write fresh new fics soon to share with you all.